Skirting Disaster by Kay Keppler

Author:Kay Keppler [Keppler, Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: screwball comedy, Las Vegas cozy mystery, rom-com, Romantic Comedy, football romance
Publisher: Kay Keppler
Published: 2021-07-31T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Phoebe woke slowly as sunlight filtered across her face. Chase was spooned behind her, his arm around her, holding her close against his chest, and she felt comfortable and cuddled. She didn’t want to check the time, because although it was still early, it probably was time to get up. Lying here all drowsy and relaxed, not moving at all for one more minute, would be a good way to start the day.

Except her leg itched.

She reached down carefully to scratch it, trying hard not to disturb Chase, who slept on, oblivious. Well, they’d had a late night, and he had too many worries about the plant’s security situation—the unfinished cars, the money he was spending on the stadium spectacular—not to mention that his knee probably wasn’t fully healed yet. He needed his rest.

So yeah, now that she’d gotten that itch on her leg taken care of, she’d settle back, close her eyes, and—

“Cher?” His voice was thick with sleep.

“Shhh. Go back to sleep. We still have a minute.”

He exhaled against her shoulder, his breath a whisper on her skin.

“You awake already?” He kissed her shoulder, a flare of heat that warmed her bones.

“Mmm.” She didn’t really want to talk. He was so solid behind her, strong and sure, and she wanted to enjoy that feeling for as long as she could. She reached one arm up and behind to run her hand through his hair, enjoying the soft shagginess against her fingers.

He stirred, coming to life like a lion after a doze in the shade, stretching against her back. His erection pressed hard against her thigh, and the muscles in his legs, so strong and powerful, contracted when he entwined them with hers.

She was feeling a lot more awake now.

“You know, it’s almost time to get up,” she said. “We have a lot to do today, and—”

“Mmm.” He touched her cheek gently, exhaling into her hair, and then ran his hand down her neck and chest, squeezing her breast through the T-shirt, then down her belly to—hello!—then down her hip to the inside of her thigh. And then all the way back up. This time under the T-shirt.

Okay then. That was a wake-up call. Her girls had perked right up and were ready to do a few push-ups. Not to mention the rest of her.

Phoebe stretched, arching back against his chest, her shoulders and butt pushing against his muscular frame. His hand stayed where it was. That felt good. Way better than good.

Chase leaned on one elbow and pressed against her. He slid his fingers into her hair, kissing her nape, her shoulder blades, her neck, behind her ears... his fingers, his tongue, and his teeth stroking, sliding, nipping her sensitive skin.

Okay, she was really awake now. Her breath quickened and she leaned back into him. His mouth was soft against her lobe and his breath was hot in her ear, warming her to her core. She loved feeling his lips on her skin, the heat he generated in her, the tingle that ignited her down to her toes.

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